Hannah's Chance (fm:sex at work, 5657 words)

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"Of course," Hannah replied, her voice carrying a hint of frustration that she swiftly masked with a practiced smile. She had started to find her work dull and longed for something more interesting. As she poured the coffee, she couldn't help but overhear the hushed conversations of her colleagues. They were all abuzz about the upcoming investor party, an event that she had only ever experienced from the sidelines. The excitement was palpable, and she felt a pang of envy as they discussed the designer dresses and the high-rollers they'd be mingling with.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the elevator. Shirley, the marketing team's star performer, strutted out with a box of her personal belongings. The whispers grew louder. Hannah knew that Shirley's departure meant a gap in the team, and an opportunity for someone else to shine. An idea began to form in her mind.

She placed Ms. Buchanan's coffee on her desk and decided to muster her courage. She took a deep breath before speaking. "I heard about the party," she began, "and I was wondering if there's any chance I could fill in for Shirley. I know I'm just a secretary, but I've learned a lot from her, and I promise to make a good impression."

Ms. Buchanan raised an eyebrow, setting her pen down with a deliberate clack. "Hannah, while your enthusiasm is commendable, entertaining investors is a delicate art. It's not just about smiles and small talk. It requires a deep understanding of our clients and our products."

"I know that," Hannah replied, her voice steady. "But I've been listening and learning. Besides, I've seen how Shirley worked. I'm not naive. I can handle whatever comes my way."

Ms. Buchanan's gaze lingered on Hannah for some moments, assessing her. The young secretary's determination was unmistakable. "Alright," she conceded, "you can give it a try. But remember, this is a one-time deal. If you can't keep up, you're going back to your desk. And Hannah," she added, her voice stern, "don't embarrass us."

Hannah's heart raced as she thanked her boss, her mind already racing with thoughts of the evening ahead. She had never been to an event like this, but she had always envied the glamour and the power that came with being part of the marketing team. Now, she had the chance to show she was more than just a secretary. She would not let anyone down.

Ms. Buchanan wondered to herself if she had agreed a bit too easily, but she could do with someone to take Shirley's place at the party and there certainly wasn't time to recruit anyone. It was only one night after all and she didn't think she was taking too much of a risk.

In the days leading up to the party, Hannah studied every detail of the company's marketing material. She knew that she had to be prepared to answer any question that might come her way. She also picked out a stunning dress from her sister's closet, something that was definitely not from her usual office wardrobe. It was a bold move, but she knew that looking the part was crucial.

The night of the party, she felt a mix of excitement and nerves as she stepped into the luxurious hotel where the event was being held. The grand ballroom was a sea of expensive suits and elegant gowns, the air thick with the scent of money and ambition. She took a deep breath and reminded herself of her mission: to charm the investors and prove to Ms. Buchanan that she had what it took.

As the evening began, Hannah found herself drawn into conversations with ease, her natural charm and quick wit quickly winning over the attendees. She listened intently, nodding in all the right places, and offered insights that impressed even the most seasoned investors. Her confidence grew with every compliment and every business card exchanged.

Ms. Buchanan hovered nearby, keeping a watchful eye. To her surprise, Hannah seemed to be holding her own. She was articulate, poised, and had a knack for making everyone feel like the most important person in the room. Despite her initial skepticism, Ms. Buchanan began to see the

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Turkey Butt writes Mon 15 Sep 2025 23:42:

Well written - a bone-inducing story that made me stop and clean up the mess caused by reading this while I was home alone...

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